Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

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Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
And some are unsung, and that may be tomorrow.

Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,
Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:
And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,
And sweet is sweet, though purchased with sorrow.

Go, songs, and come not back from your far way:
And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,
Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know Today,
Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know Tomorrow. 

1. Dream-Tryst
2. The Making of Viola
3. To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M.
4. Gilded Gold
5. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother's Verses

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